Phyre jumped out of the boys truck and ran into the garage.

"We're closed." Embry's voice rang out as he dropped something. "Son of a bitch. Why won't you fucking loosen up? One more fucking bolt so I can pull this damn thing out."

She shook her head. "Poor baby."

Embry shot his head up and hit the back of it on the the car. Oops! She winced. He grasped the knot that was sure to be forming. "Hey there sexy."

"I'm sorry Bree. Didn't mean to get you hurt." She walked over to hug him and check his head, not too bad.

He wrapped his long muscular arms around her. "I am never gonna regret seeing you. Under any circumstances. But, could you give me a minute to get this?"

"Of course. So, how is it that a big strong man like you can't unscrew the bolts?"

He growled. "If I used too much strength, I just break the damn head off leaving the rod inside. Makes it even harder to get out. Did that three times already."

The pout on his face was just too adorable. Phyre decided to keep herself busy while he worked. So, she wandered around the garage. She had not been back since that first night. She knew that Embry didn't associate the garage with her naked. But, he did associate the idea of her naked in the garage to Seth. It was a hard memory to get past. But, now Seth imprinted on Karen... So, maybe it was time to make some new memories. There was a green pick up truck in the last stall, so she dropped the tailgate. Then, she wandered into the office and found a blanket that she laid across the back of the truck. Then, she pulled off her dress and capris and laid down to wait for Embry.

She heard his excitement when he finally got that last bolt off.

"Firefly?"

"I am in the back of the truck." She answered.

He snorted. "Make yourself comfortable I guess. I just need two more minutes to get this engine out and secure." She heard chains rattling and winding as the pulleys lifted the engine into the air. But, Phyre was getting impatient. She wanted this to be a very different memory. Not just kissing and touching. The truck would work for later, but first...

Embry called over his shoulder while he was at the sink. "You still good? I am all done, just need to wash my hands." But, Phyre waited no more.

A gasp of shock left his lips as she pulled him away from the sink and pressed him against the wall. The gasp was replaced by a groan as he got a good look at her naked. "What are you doing love?"

"Paul and Jake are in Forks. Seth is at my house. So, we are alone." She purred as she pressed her bare flesh against his body.

"Seth was supposed to be looking after you." He growled as he dropped his head to capture her lips.

Phyre pulled back just enough to speak against him. "He got distracted by Karen. He imprinted on her."

A low, feral growl rumbled in his chest. Not angry, but prideful. Seth would no longer be a threat of any kind to his relationship with Phyre. Not that he ever really was, but there had been lingering fears. Everyone knew that. But, with an imprint of his own. It was all sealed. Seth would no longer pine over the missed opportunity. The memories would not come up on patrol. It would all become history.

Embry's thoughts scattered as Phyre unzipped his coveralls and slid the fabric off of his shoulders. The whole thing pooled at his ankles. Only a pair of boxers remained.

He tried to pick her up, but she refused. "No. I am taking control." She bit on his lip and tugged. He groaned.

One hand at a time, Phyre maneuvered his arms above his head and ordered him to hold on to the bar above him. She was sure it had some purpose in the shop, but for the moment, all she cared was that he kept his hands there and let her have her wicked way with him. And, for the most part, he obeyed.

Her lips, tongue, and fingers explored every inch of his body. His arms, his neck, his jaw, his lips, his chest and washboard abs... she loved the way he smelled, the way he tasted. He smelled of pine, moss, mud and motor oil. Very masculine. Very rugged. But, the way his skin tasted was better. The saltiness reminded her of the sea. The uncontrollable power of the sea. She reveled in the knowledge that she alone could tame the wild nature of the man in front of her. She calmed his stormy anger. She fueled his passion. She made the man blush. And, she had the power to make his wolf howl. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. Her own wolf paced in anticipation. 'Mine. Ours. Imprint. Mate."

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Phyre lowered herself in front of him. She giggled as she watched his hands twitch and grip. Wanting to let go, yet trying to follow her orders. He really wanted to move. He wanted to take over. As she giggled, his erection twitched in his shorts.

"Please." He barely whispered. "Let me touch you." He watched her with an almost pained expression.

She shook her head. Her fingers grazed inside the elastic of his boxers, lowing the fabric just enough for her to use her teeth the nip at his hip bone. He jumped in response. No, that was way too much fun to let him up yet. Each inch exposed as she lowered the fabric brought more skin for her to tease with her mouth. Licks, sucks, nips... everywhere, but where he craved for it most. Once he was fully exposed, she pulled the boxers and the remaining puddle of coveralls from his feet and then licked her way back up his inner leg in one long, sensuous movement that dipped enough to slide between his most tender bits and along the full length of his shaft.

"Fuck!" He screamed.

His fists so tight on the bar that his knuckles were white. Phyre grinned. She was quite sure that the bar was the only thing keeping him up at that point. He had never let things move far enough for her to have touched him there yet. Always trying to be the gentleman who took things slow. But, Phyre was fucking tired of slow. Well, that kind of slow. The tortuous slow that was scrambling his mind at the moment, that was just too much fun.

Before Embry had a chance to regain his composure, Phyre took a breath and dove her mouth over his manhood to take him as deep as she possibly could. Her tongue wiggled as she held him as far in as possible. His hands let go of the bar and fisted themselves in her hair. She only managed to explore a few strokes before his entire body clenched up and she felt his warm fluids hit the back of her throat as he screamed out her name. For a moment, she was disappointed that he climaxed so quickly. But, that was quickly erased when she realized that he had meant what he had told her. He had touched no other girl since he met her. Weeks of no release from someone would send a guy over quickly. And, she hoped that the power of it all meant she had done a good job.

It took a while for Embry's muscles to relax enough that she could comfortably move back and lick at his body to clean every drop. He spasmed again with each caress of her mouth.

"Holy shit." He croaked out as he grabbed her arm to lift her up against him. Phyre barely got her feet under herself before he crushed her lips with a long, deep, sensual kiss. He didn't break the kiss as he leaned down to scoop her up into his arms and carry her toward the back of the truck. He chuckled as he saw that she got it all ready for them.

"Always my eager beaver." He spoke against her lips. "But, you didn't have to do that."

Phyre just pulled him closer so that she could kiss him back. "I always want you. I want it all. Please make love to me."

Embry groaned. "You know that I want to. But, we shouldn't. Sam and Paul will know. I won't be able to hide this. Everyone will see."

She smacked him on the chest. "I still have to hear and smell my brother going at it with his wife. We both see others memories. It is what it is. Embarrassing, but just part of life as wolves."

His face split into a hesitant smile. "You really want to do this?"

"Nothing like you rejecting me because of my brother to kill the mood." She halfheartedly pouted and crossed her arms so they covered her breasts.

He whimpered and nuzzled against her neck. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Can I make it up to you?" He asked as he nibbled in a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Damn, he knew exactly where to touch to drive her wild. It didn't take long before her body responded to him once more and she was panting for him to continue.

Embry didn't hesitate to return the torture and drag out his caresses and nibbles all over her body. He avoided all of her major erotic zones, but teased at the areas he knew would make her squirm. He had explored a little since Halloween, not wanting to rush to far. But, he definitely had found the spots that made her weak in the knees. Phyre twisted and writhed under his explorations. She panted in lust. Yet, he would not give her what she wanted. Her eyes closed as her head spun, trying to regain some sense of stability.

That shattered when Embry slid his tongue along her moist sex. She screamed his name as she bucked and moaned. However, he did not let up. He continued to explore her body with his tongue as she reached climax after climax. His fingers held her hips in place as he sucked and caressed his way through wave after wave of her pleasure. When he pulled away, she collapsed as her high slowly drained away.

Embry chuckled as he crawled his way up her body, licking a wet trail up to her neck once again. "I've been looking forward to seeing you like that since the first night I met you."

Phyre looked up to his eyes. Her hair was a mess, her face mottled from her passion, eyes darkened with lust. He growled, a deep seductive growl of possessiveness. Her wolf answered in similar fashion as she fisted her hands in his soft, shaggy black hair and pulled him back to her lips. Their kiss was fierce and territorial. Their wolves each staking their claim on the other. Each fighting for dominance. In the end, they each surrendered to the other. Balanced. He pulled while she pushed, only to reverse and she pulled while he pushed. There was a natural syncopation as they gave into their imprint bonds and let their wolves take over.

There was no more talking. No more asking permission. They knew that they had full access to the other. Embry slid himself between her knees. Her hands reached between them to help guide him in one fluid movement until he was set, perfectly positioned at the entrance to her body. His hand dropped to run a thumb over her wet, sensitive nub as he slowly pressed himself forward. Phyre's back arched and she gasped for air as her body stretched to accommodate the penetration for the first time. But, he continued to give her pleasure which balanced the pain. She focused on breathing through the discomfort as he left her lips to suck at her neck.

Embry paused when he pressed against her inner barrier. "I'm sorry." He whispered against her skin before he pinched her most erotic nerve and swiftly drove himself completely into Phyre's body. She screamed at the intense pleasure of her climax mixed with the pain of her virginity being taken. Her body shook and clenched around Embry as he gasped at the feeling of her around him. Her wolf was howling.

"Oh fuck!" Phyre gasped once she could put a cohesive thought together.

Embry paused and looked down at her, panic all over his face. "Please tell me that I didn't hurt you too bad. Please Phyre." A tear escaped from his eye.

Phyre smiled up at him. "No. You are always perfect Embry Call. It was just really intense."

He dropped his head to ravish her mouth once again. "I never want to hurt you Phyrianna. Never."

"Then don't stop now." She giggled. Hooking her legs around his waist as he started to rock himself in and out of her body. Slowly at first and then gaining speed.

"You are seriously going to be the death of me woman. I don't think that I can live without you under me." He emphasized his need with a fast and deep thrust.

She gasped. "That is good because I am so fucking addicted."

He grinned and picked up the pace as he watched her face contort in pleasure. It didn't take long before he could feel her topple over into another orgasm, her body milking his until he fell over the cliff of his own orgasm. Their name's tumbled from each other's lips.

Embry pulled Phyre into his arms as she listened to his heart rate slow down. The soothing rhythm carried her closer to unconsciousness. "Please don't leave me Embry." She whispered.

"Never."